Some saints have fallen from on high through cold stained glass
The fire's calling, crawling down the burning match
Gold fires, the wicked bells they crash
No grave to save me from my haunted past
Hey man, I know where the river goes
Hey man, you will reap what you sow
You can find a way to take your heart and make it fly away
So you can live another day without this pain
Better loved and lost than never loved at all
That's what they say a black heart is gonna pay for what's its done
Way down (way down) upon the cold, cold ground
Come down (come down) the water's raging out
Hey man I know where the river goes
Hey man you will reap what you sow
Hey man I know where the river goes
Hey man you will reap what you sow
Hey man I know where the river goes